#no

Algol is the name of the winking demon star, Medusa of the skies; fair but deadly to look on, even for one who is already dying. Ah, the bright stars of the night. Almost they obliterate the clear white pain. A thousand stars shining in the ether; but no dazzling newcomer. And so little time left, so little time... Yet still two-faced Medusa laughs from behind the clouds, demanding homage. Homage, Medusa, or a sword, a blade sharper than death itself. The wind stirs. Night clouds obscure the universe. A lower music now, a different kind of death. No stars tonight, my love. No Selene. ↗

— Elizabeth Redfern

#murder #stars #death

Hockey Players Have Fire in their Heart and Ice in their Veins'' ''Music speaks when Words Can't ↗

— None

#music

You just have to keep trying to do good work, and hope that it leads to more good work. I want to look back on my career and be proud of the work, and be proud that I tried everything. Yes, I want to look back and know that I was terrible at a variety of things. ↗

— Jon Stewart

#career #everything #good #good work #hope

We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies. ↗

— John Marsden

#nature #nature

I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nature

It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#life #nonconformity #sleep #life

I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people. ↗

— Isaac Newton

#ignorance #knowledge #wisdom #nature

Whereas life separates meaning from emotion, art unites them. Story is an instrument by which you create such epiphanies at will, the phenomenon known as aesthetic emotion...Life on its own, without art to shape it, leaves you in confusion and chaos, but aesthetic emotion harmonizes what you know with what you feel to give you a heightened awareness and a sureness of your place in reality. ↗

— Robert McKee

#art #awareness #chaos #confusion #emotion

Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#backwards #efficient #going #means #merely

We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones. ↗

— Jules Verne

#brave #cannot #human #laws #may